Creed (The Marquette Family Book One) (8 page)

“Where are you going?” she teased.

He leaned up far enough to tear off his shirt. She drank in the sight of his big chest and tanned skin, the narrow waist, and those hard thighs. Narrowing her eyes, she waited with impatience until he showed her the treasure she had seen once before and couldn’t get out of her head. Creed hopped off the couch to kick his pants and boxers away. Shada reached for his cock, so thick and long. She curled her fingers around it and would have taken it into her mouth, but he pushed her back.

“No.”

“But I know you like it. What man doesn’t?”

“I’m coming inside you, not in your mouth.”

She gaped. “Um…”

“I don’t mean it like that.” He found a condom in his wallet and snapped it on with impatient fingers. Creed sat down on the couch and drew her onto his lap, facing him. “Are you ready?”

“You can’t imagine how much.”

He raised her up but only allowed the tip of his cock to pierce her. She tried to drop down, but she was no match for his strength or control.

“Creed!”

“Look at me.”

She did.

“I’m going to fuck you hard. Do you have a problem with that?”

If she did, would he not do it? No sense finding out right now, because she wanted it so much, as hard and rough as she could stand it. Her previous lovers except for one had been too soft, too hesitant, and frankly unable to keeping it going as long as she liked. Would Creed be different? From the little she had experienced so far, something told her he would.

Still, he hesitated. “You’ll say dragon if you want me to stop.”

She blinked. “Dragon?”

“Yes, because you will scream my name.” He tangled his fingers in her hair and gave a small tug. Her head went back, and he nipped the skin at the base of her throat. “I’m going to go rough and fast. Even after I come, I tend to stay hard for a while, and my need stays strong. If you can take it, I’ll make you come as many times as you want.”

Shada laid her hands on his shoulders. “Dragon. I got it. I’m ready for everything you’ve got to give me.”

Creed brought her down on his cock. Eyes closed, head back, she clenched her teeth as he sank deep into her pussy. Every inch fit inside, but his thickness stretched her walls so good. She murmured her pleasure and ground her hips against him. He hissed between his teeth. When they were one, Creed took her in a firm grip on either side and arched his hips until his cock slid out a short way. Then he slammed it deep. Startled, she cried out, thinking he’d go too far and hurt her.

The man knew what he was doing.

He wound an arm about her waist and pounded up into her pussy. She screamed his name, holding on, pleading for him not to stop. Their bodies crashed together again and again. She heard the slick, wet sounds of her juices coating his cock each time he slid in, and it drove her lust higher.

Creed’s thrusts were fast, but they were nothing she couldn’t handle. He loosened his hold and let her lean back. Her lover buried his face between her breasts. He kissed the hot skin in the valley between her peaks and moved to a nipple. Her pussy clenched at the first sting of him sucking so hard. She reached between them and stroked her clit with expert fingers. Creed switched to the other nipple, and she whimpered as another orgasm began to build.

He popped her off his lap and set her on her knees. A swift smack to her ass cheek had her moaning, and he rubbed away the sting. “Arch your back,” he ordered.

She did, and he smacked her ass again. How she loved to be spanked. “Yes!”

“Deeper,” he demanded. “I want that pussy open to me. I want to see your come dripping down.”

She stretched forward a bit, like a happy little kitten, and pushed her ass in the air. Creed grasped her hips and plugged her pussy full of his shaft. Her mind spun. She couldn’t get enough. He jerked her backward and aligned his thighs with hers. Slowly, he began a pump into her heat, as if he judged how deep to go. His pace increased a little at a time. After a few moments, he began to pound into her. She thrilled at the sound of their bodies slapping together, his grunts, and the slight ache caused by his invasion. Her senses went wild. The pleasure of him pumping so hard drove her straight to another orgasm.

Creed leaned over her back, kissed her, and nibbled her skin. He licked until she trembled. Just the feel of him curved along her body made her want to mewl. He flattened a hand on her belly, and she felt him jerk and moan. The curse he bit off between clenched teeth told her he was ready to reach his release, but he pulled out.

“Creed?”

“Turn over, Shada.”

She did and lay on her back. Creed raised her legs and dragged her to him. He ground his cock into her pussy until she was filled to capacity. A few quick pumps, and he held her chin in place, leaned over her, and met her gaze. Shada stared into his eyes. The green of his irises darkened.

“Shada, your pussy feels so good. I’m going to come in you.”

“Yes! Do it, Creed. I want all of you.”

He came, his hips jerking, his mouth seeking, and his hands squeezing her breasts. When he was done, he slid his cock free of her and stood up. Sore, Shada started to sit up, but Creed raised her into his arms.

“What are you doing, Creed?” She protested and tried to get down, but his hold tightened, and he walked out of the living room with her. He didn’t let her go until he had dumped her in his bed and joined her. Creed had covered his bed with pristine white sheets and a matching white comforter. The A/C blasted, chilling the air, so she loved snuggling beneath the covers.

He nuzzled her from behind but then moved away, and she heard the snap of the condom coming off. A drawer opened, and a package rattled. This man’s sex drive was unbelievable. A thrill raced through Shada’s body.

She peered over her shoulder at him. “You want it again?”

He reached for her and drew her back to his chest, a hand snaking around her waist. “You have no idea.”

Chapter Seven

Shada checked her phone. No calls. She started to dial Marisa’s number but then remembered her sister wouldn’t be up at this time. Shada shouldn’t have risen either, after the night she had with Creed. Every muscle hurt, and her pussy needed vacation time. She’d loved every minute of sex with Creed, though. How did that man even learn how to pleasure a woman the way he had her? Or was it that they were a good match? He went wild in bed. He became so authoritative. She loved how he had given her a safe word even though she found no need to use it. No one had ever done that before, because they had never taken her hard enough. She had always wanted it that way, but every time she had risked telling a lover what she wanted, she was doomed to disappointment. Not only did Creed like it rough too, he exceled at making her feel good and giving her just enough pain to give her multiple orgasms.

Now, with the sun just peeking over the horizon, she was starving. She didn’t have her car, so she couldn’t leave, and she had no idea what Creed’s address was to call a taxi. As she saw it, he owed her breakfast, and she was going to collect on her own.

She laughed at her reasoning as she located the kitchen and found a modern layout that looked like something straight from a magazine. Forget the house, he’d said. She could only dream of having something this nice. The stainless-steel double-door refrigerator beckoned, and she crossed the kitchen to see what Creed had to offer. With any luck, he wasn’t the kind of bachelor who had nothing but sour milk and moldy bread in there.

To Shada’s delight, she found the fridge stocked, and she removed peppers, onions, eggs, cheese, sausage, and rolls from the freezer side. After she got the stove on the island going, frying the sausage, she started on chopping the veggies. Creed strode in just as she slid the pan of rolls into the oven. “I hope it’s okay that I’m cooking. I’m hungry.”

His hair stood up all over his head. She’d never seen him look so sexy. “It’s fine.” Creed’s gaze lowered to her breasts and then her legs. “Is that my shirt?”

“Well, you did tear my clothes off.”

“I think you were the one who popped your buttons.”

“Whatever. I couldn’t come down here naked.”

“I don’t mind.” He reached for her, but she smacked his hand.

“I’m cooking. Don’t bother me.”

He grunted.

Shada prepared two plates of food. “Do you want some?”

He smirked and took a seat on one of the stools at the end of the island. He had dressed in a pair of shorts, and from the way his cock was being defined by the fabric, she guessed he had bypassed boxers. Being shirtless, he gave her an enjoyable view of his chest and abs. No man was built as perfectly.

Creed grabbed a roll when they came out of the oven, and she tried to smack his hand. He caught her wrist and dragged her to him. He kissed her lips and then bit into the roll. “I like honey on it.”

His gaze traveled over her form, and Shada smirked. “Are you talking about the roll or me?”

A light danced in his gaze. “I might like to try both.”

“Down, boy. I told you I’m hungry. I will fight you for food.”

He laughed and spanked her ass as she escaped his hold to return to the meal. When they sat down to eat, she studied him, waiting for his reaction to her cooking. His deep moans had her recalling their pleasure from the night before. Creed ate with relish and heaped loads of eggs onto his plate. He cleared half the pan of biscuits, all of them covered with honey.

“How the heck do you stay in shape, eating like that?” she demanded.

“A little of what we did last night.”

“A little,” she repeated.

He stuck his finger in a bit of honey and held it to her lips. She grabbed a napkin and cleaned his finger, then laughed at his disappointment.

“I wanted you to suck it.”

“I know. Maybe next time.”

Amusement brightened his eyes and curved his lips. Damn, he was sexy. To distract herself, she picked up the last piece of sausage and bit into it. Creed watched her chewing, a look of interest on his face. Where were they going with this? Would they have sex again, or was last night a one-night stand, so to speak? If she knew what was good for her, she’d let it become a great memory and leave it there.

“So I read this short piece on you in Forbes magazine,” she began.

“Hmm.”

“It said you and your brothers were from humble beginnings, but it didn’t really go into any details. Were you born and raised in New York?”

“Would you really like to know?”

“Only if you want to tell me. If it’s a secret…”

“Not a big deal.” He said the words casually, but she sensed that remembering bothered him. She should have kept her curiosity to herself and let him volunteer the information if he wanted to share.

Creed tapped his fork on his empty plate and then set it aside. “We were poor.”

She glanced around the kitchen at the high-quality furniture and recalled how she had overheard that his brothers bought Marquette’s on a whim. If they were poor in the real sense, they had come a long way.

Creed seemed to pick up on her doubt. “There were days we had no food in the house and no money to buy any.” He tipped his chin toward the refrigerator. “A small token of that time for me. I never allow it to be empty, no matter how infrequently I’m home.”

“Marisa could explain that.”

He raised his eyebrows in question.

“She loves psychology and takes endless classes on it for no reason other than that she loves it. I’ve heard her say the kids who’ve had a tough childhood often grow up to have vices, but they’re all different from one another. Like one might spend too much money. Another might hoard it.”

“Interesting,” he commented. “I suppose she’s right. My brothers and I are different.”

“But you’re close too. I can see it in the way you all interact with one another. You look out for them.”

He frowned. “They’re stubborn as jackasses.”

She wanted to say, “Look who’s talking,” but kept quiet.

He eyed her, amused, reading her thoughts, no doubt. “My dad was an entertainer. He played the guitar and sang in nightclubs.”

“No way.”

He nodded. “Didn’t go far, since half the time he either didn’t come home or, when he did, came home drunk, angry, and broke.” His mouth tightened, and she noticed how his knuckles, white from the grip on his coffee cup, stood out. “Stefan wanted to be just like him, but he didn’t see what a loser the guy was.”

She tut-tutted. “When they’re really young, kids seldom do see the fault in their parents.”

“I stood between him and my brothers when he came looking for a fight.”

She gasped and touched his hand. “Creed, you aren’t that much older than them, are you? You shouldn’t have had to do that.”

He shrugged. “I’m thirty-five. Damen is thirty-three, and Stefan is thirty. You see the smile Stefan always has on his face. I did what I needed to in order to keep it there.”

Anger radiated off him, and she guessed if he had something to pound at that moment—maybe even his dad—he would have used it. Then he smiled, and she felt like the sun shined.

“What’s so funny?” she asked, glad his mood had lightened.

“Stefan. One day my mom was out at a job interview. We’d eaten up everything we had in the house, and I got a bone-headed idea of how to take care of it.”

She took in his form. Creed must be at least six foot three or four. What had he looked like as a kid or as a teenager? Regardless, if he ate then the way he ate now, it was no wonder they had no food. Especially with their father’s neglect.

“What did you do?” she asked.

“Well, I was going to steal.”

Shada gasped. “Oh no. Tell me you weren’t caught.”

He grinned. “No, but do you know the bakery on Ninth?”

“Yes! I’ve been there. Love their chocolate rolls. Mmm.”

“Don’t make that noise.”

She grinned at the arrested look on his face. “Go on.”

“As I said, I intended to steal, and I chose that bakery. I told Stefan to stay home, and I took Damen with me. Unbeknown to Damen and me, Stefan had his own ideas of how to raise money. Damen and I were all set to distract the woman at the counter when we heard someone that sounded suspiciously like Stefan singing at the top of his lungs while he played guitar.”